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thenearshore2017-06-03 08:52 pm
rememberher) wrote in thenearshore2017-06-03 08:52 pm
[closed] Is there a place left there for me
Who: Allen and Lux
Where: Beginning at Michael's church, then moving into the Near Shore
When: July 22nd
Summary: Homecoming for a certain exorcist-god, who thought it was a good idea to get lost in Vegas for a few weeks. Someone pray for him, he's going to need it.
[ It's been a long few weeks.
Between Link's sudden disappearance and Allen's decision to depart for places unknown (and then not answering his cellphone...), the church has become a lonely place. While it was never particularly messy, when left to her own devices, and with little else to do but work and feeding the animals and spirits that called their domain home, the church was a much cleaner place.
Too clean, really. Pristine couldn't even properly describe it. It was like someone was taking out her every frustration on any poor dust bunny she happened to come across—mostly because she was. The grounds as well were immaculate, each bush trimmed with precision and grace. The cobblestone walkways were free of any sort of dirt or leaves. It was stunning, really.
But also very telling. Someone was not pleased.
And that someone could be found around the grounds early that morning, her hair tied into a ponytail and a training sword tied at her side. Her arms filled with the usual items she left for those creatures that called their church home—offerings for those wayward spirits, and other bits of food for the animals that often waited eagerly to be fed—she didn't look irritated.
Not yet, at least. ]
Where: Beginning at Michael's church, then moving into the Near Shore
When: July 22nd
Summary: Homecoming for a certain exorcist-god, who thought it was a good idea to get lost in Vegas for a few weeks. Someone pray for him, he's going to need it.
[ It's been a long few weeks.
Between Link's sudden disappearance and Allen's decision to depart for places unknown (and then not answering his cellphone...), the church has become a lonely place. While it was never particularly messy, when left to her own devices, and with little else to do but work and feeding the animals and spirits that called their domain home, the church was a much cleaner place.
Too clean, really. Pristine couldn't even properly describe it. It was like someone was taking out her every frustration on any poor dust bunny she happened to come across—mostly because she was. The grounds as well were immaculate, each bush trimmed with precision and grace. The cobblestone walkways were free of any sort of dirt or leaves. It was stunning, really.
But also very telling. Someone was not pleased.
And that someone could be found around the grounds early that morning, her hair tied into a ponytail and a training sword tied at her side. Her arms filled with the usual items she left for those creatures that called their church home—offerings for those wayward spirits, and other bits of food for the animals that often waited eagerly to be fed—she didn't look irritated.
Not yet, at least. ]
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